New York City Ballet Production Of Midsummer Nights Dream

Your Straight Venomous series brought joy to my shriveled little heart. 💖 If you are taking requests could you please do something with bat fam about how they would navigate finding out the grumpy coroner who helps them on cases, and they pine over is a vampire (wears sunglasses constantly, always hangry, routinely dents drywall, drinks weird red smoothies) and they have to help the poor dear overcome her beastly nature and only they can help her yadda delusional but well intentioned yadda

Cold cases warm faces

A/N: Okay so happy to hear you’re enjoying my work thank you so so much for your comments 😭❤️ Tw//blood, dead bodies mentioned, canon typical violence, I hope you enjoy this was so fun to Write!! Aged up Damian as always

So big bad Bruce is the first of our yans to fall and it has a lot to do with your mysterious/grumpy nature

He see’s himself in you a bit, with all the brooding and the solitude

You had a reputation amongst the medical community, poor attitude, never socializing, but your knowledge on the subject of death was unmatched so he sought you out one day

Most people try to butter up the dark knight but not you, you treated him as any other, if not an occasional nuisance, which only deepened his ever growing interest

It isn’t easy to distract a man like Bruce, but you did. He spends a lot of time trying to figure you out, sure he’s met people unaffected by death and dead bodies before but you’re on a different level

You haul cadavers around like it’s nothing, discus decay and rot like it’s the weather, and he could have sworn he’s seen you bend a scalpel in a moment of frustration.

Soon Dick hears about you and just has to check you out, it wasn’t often Bruce spoke of “work friends” so you had to be something special right? First time he stops by is just for an introduction but he ends up to enamored with your cool collected vibe he stays until your shifts up

Dickie boy has no idea something’s up with you beside the fact that your snark and demeanor got him kicking his feet at the thought of ya, reminds you of a gnat in the way he’s always around. He tried to play it off as work in the beginning but eventually dropped the charade to hang out, he starts bringing you lunch

He’s looks so heartbroken when you don’t eat and as annoying as he is you indulge him with a few sips of coffee now and then, if only to get that kicked puppy look off his face. He’d always ask you what you wanted to eat and each time you’d give him a shrug muttering something about a strict diet

When he finds out he goes from offering take out to offering himself, comically draping his body across the cold table, his fingers teasing across his veins, his face would be like ‘😏’ the whole time

He asks Tim to give him access to the cameras in your workspace, just trying to see who he’s working with he says(yeah right)

Easily enough Tim has access to you at anytime and it starts off as a pure curiosity thing, then he finds himself watching you during his free time, fascinated with your peculiar habits, growing more and more frustrated, because all too quickly the screen wasn’t enough, he needed to be in the room

It comes to a head for dear Timmy when he sees you take Dick up on one of his many offers, your mouth latched to his wrist and despite the grainy footage, he could see the enjoyment on Dick’s face. Definitely breaks the mug he was holding because why does he get to have all the fun?

The whole undead thing doesn’t phase him nearly as much as you feeding on his predecessor, and not for the reasons you’d think like he’s up and down jealous

Introduces himself officially to you not long after, out of everyone he’s the person with the same sleep schedule as you, leaving ample room for late night bonding but unlike them he doesn’t bother with the ‘I’m here for work thing’ he befriends you as Red Robin and as soon as he can he’s confessing his identity, hoping his baring of the soul will lead to your own

Sure he already knows everything but he wants to hear it from your mouth🥺

Bruce confronts you one day, having long since put the pieces together, stresses the idea that you’re safe with him and how he’s on your side, that he’d help you in anyway as long as you weren’t running around killing folks, the blood drinking does cause him unease only because if anyone else caught on he’s sure you’d be targeted.

Your assurance doesn’t do much to quell his anxieties, because yes you know what you’re talking about, it didn’t take him long to discover your nature, so who’s to say no one else will?

Is adamant in you not killing, when you explain that you source your food from your job he unclenches a bit, but not much

He won’t be satisfied until you’re living at the manor where he can keep a watchful eye on you but you don’t need to know that until he has your room ready

In the midst of all this Jason stumbles into your life quite literally. You found him in an alleyway drawn to the thick sent of blood in the air, he was leaned against the trash, his helmet still on, and with a sigh you hauled him over your shoulder and brought him to work

It took a few sips of your blood for his body to start to mend and he awoke soon after. You weren’t worried about him turning since he’d need to die immediately after consuming it but I digress

You were the last thing he seen before he knocked out, and the first thing he seen waking up, you hit him with a “Glad you’re not dead now beat it.” and a small smirk and the man was a goner

He tries to repay you in many ways, one by not being nosey but come on could you blame him? Not only did you lift him like he was nothing but his wounds were completely gone, he figured you were just a meta with healing abilities and that was good enough for him

Another way is he appoints himself your personal bodyguard, at first watching from a distance, just making sure his guardian angel was safe, and then he seen Bruce leaving your office one night and positively looses it

How dare he try to creep up on the best thing in Jason’s world??😡 you were his Angel(like bae you’re the one late to the party but go off ig)

He storms in about to demand how you know the old bastard and warn you about him only to see you necking the fuck out a blood bag, I’m talking fangs out eyes glowing, you should have been terrifying but he has stars in his eyes

You’re exhausted at this point just dying to go home and sleep it all off when in storms Red (in all his excitement he forgot to introduce himself so it’s his name in your head) and just when you think you’re gonna have to eat a vigilante he’s throwing off his helmet and lecturing you about “Fuckin’ around with that old man” and how you were bound to be caught and how he’d have you thrown in Arkham for your nature and-

You tuned him out, slowing blinking at the man, because to you this was your second meeting, and he sounded genuinely concerned about your well-being, you chocked it up to saving him and brushed all his worries off with a shrug

“I think I can handle the Bat Red.”

His lil heart went boom at the nickname and he’s in full on question mode

“How often do you uh, eat?” As often as I want “Do you burn in the sun?” No but it is uncomfortable “Do you want some of me?” Uh sure

And just like that you have three people practically begging to be your food, sure having this many people know your secret was dangerous but you had a feeling they weren’t about to rat you out

Damian is our last domino to fall and it’s entirely Bruce’s fault.

He tried and succeeded for a while, at keeping you away from Damian, not because he didn’t trust you, but he knew his son well enough to know he’d see you as the threat you were.

Bruce knew Damian wouldn’t trust you and may even expose you, so he kept it on the low.

But one cannot simply hide something from the Damian Wayne

He knows something’s up with his family and he intends to get to the bottom of it.

He’s overheard his father and Alfred making plans to build something, some sort of containment room, he’s seen the hearts in Grayson’s eyes when he spoke of his ‘new friend’ when Tim was around his eyes were glued to his phone, torn between watching something and eagerly texting someone Jason had stopped coming around the manor, granted he wasn’t there a lot but to ghost them like that? Something was up

He manages to tail his father one night, blending in seamlessly with the shadows, lurking like the goblin he is, only to be disappointed

You were just some coroner. A random citizen with nothing of note on your record. You were utterly normal and he left with more questions than answers. Is all but ready to abandon this investigation until he spots Grayson sliding in through one of the windows

And Drake showing up at 2 in the morning out of costume

And Todd walking you home.

He knew he needed to find an opening to size you up in person but damn was it hard with someone at your side constantly. He was surprised they hadn’t run into one another considering they didn’t go a day without visiting.

And as if the heavens were listening his father was called away for league business, Grayson was reluctantly pulled to Bludhaven, Drake was watching one half of Gotham while Damian was entrusted the other, and Todd was nowhere to be seen.

Almost like the city knew the Knight was out of town, all the crazies were out and about, he’d been working his way through the streets, calling in a few arrest here and there before finding himself at your office.

You lift your head at him surprised at his entrance but also having met the rest, you figured he’d find his way to you one way or another.

“You’re that Robin guy right? What do you want.” You sighed out sure he was here for a case.

He glared at you through his mask, his hands firm at his side as he strode to the reception desk you sat behind.

“Here on official business. I have questions and demand answers. It’s in your best interest to comply.”

“Oh you demand them?” You laughed “Okay I’m in a good mood, what can I do for ya.” The way you were absolutely unbothered got under his skin fast but before he could start his interrogation the chaos from outside spilled in the room in the form of three armed idiots in ski mask’s.

The threat on the man’s lips died out as he stared at the brooding man before him. His eyes widened but he cleared his throat

“Nobody do nothin’ stupid, we just want the money and everybody gets to go home nice and alive.” You shared a look with Robin as if to say ‘are these mf’s serious’ before the man was pointing his gun at you

You couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. “Dude we don’t even have a register in here, why hit a morgue of all places?” A genuine smile found its way to your face as you hoped over the counter, only being stopped by the arm suddenly thrown across your chest.

“We were in the middle of a conversation, so I’ll make this quick. You stay back.” He left no room for arguments and no sooner than the words left his lips was he disarming the first man, definitely breaking his nose as he easily disassembled the weapon. The other two looked at each other before taking aim

Damian turned to take cover and throw you back behind the table only to find you missing, the first shot rang out just barely missing him, the second definitely hit something but it wasn’t him, through the smoke and rubble of what used to be your desk he could make out the screams of the assailants, only for them to be cut short.

Leaping up from his crouched position he took in the sight of you dropping one of them, the body sliding down the wall left a trail of red behind it, the remaining man was slumped at your feet, his expression twisted permanently into a scream. His brows furrowed

now he was sure something was wrong with you but underneath that and the bitterness of taking his chance to show off, was gratitude, you’d taken a shot for him- holy shit you took a shot for him.

The only evidence of this was the bloodied hole in the side of your shirt, he watched you crack your neck before leaning down with a groan, your glasses had been destroyed in the little scuffle much to your annoyance.

“Okay so where were we? You had some questions right?” You’d say nonchalantly picking up both bodies and making your way down into the morgue. And despite his instincts he’d follow you down, more curious than ever.

You’d answer every question he had with honesty, unashamed of your nature, and happy to share your thoughts and feelings as his questions never seemed to stop.

From that day forward he’d begrudgingly pop in to see you, telling you he was only there to make sure you didn’t lose it one day, and if you did he’d be the one to put you down, but you both knew he wanted to be there

Is both disgusted and disappointed you haven’t asked him to feed like,,, yuck he’d never but also how dare you not ask he knows he’d taste good 😡

Don’t ever let him find out you feed on the others as he will pitch a full blown man-fit

Once they realize they’re all pining after the same dark creature it’s pure anarchy at first, then Bruce makes the wise suggestion that you’re safer with them all working together rather than separate and sorry babes but you’re d o n e

You only ever get your food from one of them, they refuse to let you kill(not that you were out here doing it🙄) and take shifts accompanying you, bidding their time until it’s safe to take you home

How is bnha anime of the decade...... they aren’t even anime of the hour of the minute of the second

Continuation of the one with Kuina (I am working on the Haganezuka comic)

A 'What-If' situation where Kuina is the one monitoring the Final Selection with Kiriya instead of Kanata.

Based on:

I think she’d respect his methodology

the archons watch over

edit: hey ho these pieces have been touched up and are now available as prints on my shop!

Heyyy so I have a itty bitty request for you if you don't mind! I was wondering if you could write something for a reader who's getting courted by the monkeys but just so happens to be MK's mom? 👀🕶️🤏

I absolutely love the way you write them and hope to see you around more often!

-💗

A/N: certainly, thank you for the kind words! I kinda got carried away with the length (also sorry I took so long)

Characters: Sun Wukong, Macaque, MK + female!Reader

Wukong

You didn't get along at first

You really didn't like this whole putting the world on the shoulders of your kid

however, after careful consideration, lots of stern talks with the great sage and puppy dog eyes (from both MK and his mentor) you decided to let MK keep training under the Monkey King

Your conversations with Wukong revolved around MK's progress and safety for a while

until one day it developed into more, such as his adventures from back in the day, where you worked, what happened between you and MK's dad, etc

as you got to know each other more and more, soon budding feelings began to rear their heads

When he realized this Wukong had conflicting feelings, to say the least

on one hand, you're a very nice person (not to mention attractive) and a perfect mom to MK

on the other hand, he's been alone for centuries, and he's a bit rusty

cue emotionally repressed monkey panic

after he's done having his moment, he pulls himself together and decides that he's gonna do this right.

So! he starts asking MK about you a whole lot more often

things like what sort of flowers you like, your favorite fruit your favorite color, if you talk about him at all

he thinks he's being subtle

he's not

thankfully, MK can be a bit oblivious

it only takes seeing the great sage in your kitchen one evening, looking at you a lovesick look while you laugh at something he said for MK to finally piece it together

MK.exe has stopped working

he feels weird about it at first but ultimately gives his approval to Wukong and becomes his wingman

Sometimes a family is you, your turned superhuman son, and your thousands of years old celestial monkey husband

Macaque

(before I begin, I simply have to mention that this reminds me of that one TikTok audio "come here you little jerk taste the back of my palm /but you ain't my daddy/ Nah but I'm doing yo mom")

this start is a 100 times rockier than Wukong's

You really don't like him for actively harming your son both mentally and physically

he's not very keen on you either, your mere presence alone makes it harder for him to manipulate MK

After the LBD incident, he tries to make up with you, for MK's sake

you're very hesitant, that is he apologizes for what he's done with the most genuine look you've ever seen on him.

reluctantly you give him a chance and find that he's actually a decent guy when he's not trying to kill your loved ones

you find his humor and sarcasm charming, and love it when he tells you stories with shadow puppets

he starts hanging around more often under the pretext that he's only doing it to please MK, but we all know that's not the only reason

he realized he had feelings for you when he was telling you a story and he glanced at you for a second only to see you with your attention focused solely on him with a soft smile on your pretty face

his heart skipped a beat and words got stuck in his throat

he quickly excused himself and teleported away, leaving you very confused

he rethinks his entire existence (aka emotionally repressed monkey panic 2, now with more edge!)

mentally adds up the pros and cons of getting attached™

you've been good to him thus far and he really likes MK so

congrats now you have a clingy emo monkey after you

he becomes way more physical and teases you way more often

has to hold back purrs and restrain himself from positively combusting when you return his affections

he may be smooth when he dishes them out but he can't handle being on the receiving end of things

MK doesn't catch on until he wins you over, and he finds out in the worst way possible

walking in on you two being affectionate with one another

he's a bit mentally scarred but he'll be fine, eventually

way more hesitant than he'd be with Wukong, but he comes around after you talk to him and he sees how happy Macaque makes you

he does tell the shadow demon that if he hurts you he better watch his back though

Macaque says he'd never dream to, but he gets the idea

Overall? all three of you can get used to this new family dynamic you've got going for yourselves

To you, young sorcerer

Happy Father's Day to all the Dads, including anime Dads. And Nanami Kento, of course.

Nobara hated this. For most other girls, it was a natural process, a part of life to be embraced, an inconvenience you groaned about to your girlfriends as you rummaged through your bag for a tampon. For her, it interfered with training. It might even be a hindrance on missions, where she might not be in the best physical condition, where every little ache and pain her body inflicted upon her could mean the difference between life and death.

Gritting her teeth, she made her way into the hallway of the main building of Jujutsu Tech, taking a shortcut to the student dormitories, even if it meant tracking mud and debris from her training session with Panda all across the pristine wooden floors. Her abdomen had been plagued with discomfort all afternoon, and now, after that particularly rigorous regimen Panda had put her through, the cramps were returning with a vengeance.

Even worse, another side effect, one she detested the most, was making itself known. Frustration, anger, resentment against her own body for failing her in this way, were all boiling up inside her in a way that made her throat tight and her eyes sting.

One hand on her belly, squinting slightly as another wave of pain assailed her, Nobara shuffled through the hallway, hellbent on reaching her room where a nice hot shower, some painkillers and the soft embrace of her blankets awaited her.

There were voices behind her now. It sounded as if Yuuji and Inumaki had completed their own session and were returning to the dorms as well. Nobara could hear Yuuji enthusiastically outlining his new method of deflecting attacks to his quiet companion, punctuated by the occasional "salmon", "fish flakes" or "salmon roe". Yuuji spotted her and she groaned internally.

"Hey, Kugisaki! Wanna hear about my new technique?"

"Not right now. Read the room."

"Whoa, you look ... not so great. You okay?"

She grunted as a way of reply.

"What's up? You not feeling too good?"

As well-meaning as Yuuji was, he really didn't know when to step back from a situation. Nobara didn't have the energy to whack him upside the head like she usually did, though. To her horror, the constricting sensation in her throat was coiling like a vice, the burn behind her eyes growing stronger. A single, fat tear slipped traitorously from her lash line, tracking down her cheek.

Yuuji looked horrified, and Inumaki, eyes wide above his collar, was rooted to the spot, neither boy sure what had brought this on. Hands flapping helplessly, Yuuji took a step towards her.

"Uhh, Kugisaki? Was it something I said? I'm really sorry if -"

"It's not you, idiot," Nobara muttered, hands scrubbing furiously at her eyes.

"What's going on here?"

Oh, for the love of God.

She had learned to recognize that clipped, smooth baritone from the time the sorcerer in question had been designated as Yuuji's mentor on some missions when Gojo wasn't available.

Nanami Kento, grade one sorcerer, wielder of the seven : three ratio technique. Nobara didn't know much about the man, having interacted with him only a few times. She knew that he was strict, no-nonsense, a stickler for propriety and good conduct, rather dour and gloomy if what Gojo described was accurate. Used to be a salaryman. He certainly looked like the kind of man who could blend into any boardroom, with his tan business suit and perfectly parted blonde hair.

He was now eyeing her from behind those reflective shades, taking in her bedraggled appearance, the leaves and mud on her clothing and hair, the hand clutching at her abdomen, the tear-streaked face. She wondered, momentarily, if he was going to dismiss her as yet another weak, female sorcerer with aspirations far higher than her ability. The thought made a fresh wave of frustration rise in her chest, moistening her eyes once again.

Nanami turned, expression unchanged, and addressed the boys.

"You two go and get supper at the canteen. Kugisaki, with me please."

He began to make his way out towards the student dorms, not bothering to check if she was following. Grumbling slightly, Nobara complied.

"Don't need an escort," she muttered.

"I'm aware."

"Then - "

"How bad are the cramps?"

She stared at the back of his head. Nanami paused and turned towards her slightly, one eyebrow raised.

"Well?"

"Uh ... pretty bad."

"Hmm."

He resumed his walk, and she followed, almost in a trance. Nanami spoke again, voice quiet and measured, before she had a chance to put words to her query.

"I had a friend, when I studied here at Jujutsu Tech. He had a sister who he was very close to. He used to visit her in the countryside, and they looked after each other. He could always recognize when she needed help of this sort. He told me everything. I had no choice but to listen. He was ... a talker."

"Oh, I see. What kind of stuff did he mention?"

"Many things. The kind of tea that eased her pain. The stretches she liked to perform. The bath salts he used to purchase for her from the store at the shrine. The food she liked to eat."

In spite of herself, Nobara quirked a small smile.

"Sounds like ... a pretty good guy."

"He was."

She was silent for a minute, taking in the tense with which Nanami had referred to his friend.

"Did he - "

"Yes. Many years ago."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"No need. We all know the dangers of this profession. Haibara knew too."

They'd reached the dorms and Nanami opened the door, motioning her through. Somehow, coming from him, the gesture didn't seem condescending. She stepped through and he followed, moving off to the side into the small kitchenette that was reserved for the students' use.

Nobara hovered awkwardly in the doorway, wondering what she was supposed to say next. Nanami was busying himself with the cupboards, boiling water and pulling open the fridge. He glanced over and she realised that, at some point, he had removed the shades that normally concealed his stern gaze.

"Go and get yourself cleaned up. Then come back to the kitchen when you're done."

"Um, sure. Goodnight, Nanami."

"Oh, and Kugisaki?"

"Yes?"

"You're a strong and capable young sorcerer. We all have moments of weakness. From time to time, remember to let yourself be. We are sorcerers, but we're also human. Sometimes, recalling that simple fact is enough to hold your mind together when nothing else will."

Nobara's throat was tightening once again, but this time, she felt little to no shame. She was beginning to realise that the sorcerers who were responsible for them knew exactly what they were talking about. No wonder he had come across as so perceptive. How many nights had he spent, alone, in pain, wishing he were stronger, better, wishing that the boy who once smiled alongside him was still amongst the living? How weak had he felt, back then? Had he wished an adult had said these very words to him?

"I'll remember that. Thank you, Nanami."

"Goodnight, Kugisaki."

After a long, hot bath, Nobara changed into her most comfortable pyjamas and slowly made her way back to the kitchen, as Nanami had instructed. As ridiculous as it sounded, she felt a small sense of nervous anticipation. What had he done in there?

Entering, the scent of something delicious made her mouth begin to water. There, on the stove top, bubbling merrily in a small cast iron dish, was a cheese and corn, green onions snipped neatly as garnish over the top. Covered dishes of miso soup and rolled omelette with diced vegetables stood to the side, still steaming slightly. In a pot on the stove, next to the cheese and corn, Nobara sniffed out something warm and herbal, some kind of tea blend.

Mood lifting immediately, Nobara set the table and dug into the food. As simple as the fare was, it was exactly the kind of comfort food she had been craving. Right then, it tasted like a five-star meal to her.

As she polished off the last of her food and gathered all the dishes together to wash up, she noted that her cramps had eased considerably, probably due to the warm bath, the medication and her satiated appetite. Soap forming soft suds under her fingers, Nobara surprised herself by humming slightly.

Nanami had certainly turned out to be different than she'd expected. From the little she'd seen of his interactions with Yuuji, she had assumed that he was quite a cold person.

She remembered, in that moment however, that Yuuji had never had a single bad thing to say about Nanami. Granted, Yuuji was one of the most accepting and easy-going people she knew, but there was a certain admiration and respect evident in his voice when he spoke about Nanami that she hadn't noticed in his descriptions of other people.

She was beginning to see why.

Leaving the dishes to dry on the rack, she poured out the remaining tea and carried the cup to her room. The porcelain was warm, steady and comforting between her fingers, like his eyes had been in the dim light of the kitchenette. She had never seen him without his glasses before.

Growing up in that small village, Nobara had learned to prize a particular quality above all others, one that she would now add to the growing list of words she could use to describe Nanami Kento.

Kindness. 

“but AI art lets me create my OCs!” YOU WILL USE PICREW AS GOD INTENDED

Another aroace Ford idea that came up. I just really like the idea of Ford going to Mabel for these types of things :’)

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